Hello my dear readers! Today is the day when a new chapter begins for Louise…what will she make of the return of the Pevensies? More importantly, Peter? It hasn't been long but I have missed this wonderful couple, plus I have waited with terribly hid enthusiasm about writing Caspian's story. I would love some more reviews for this one as well! Without further ado, welcome to 'Echoing a Forgotten Past'.

P.S,

I don't normally do this, but I made a bit of a mistake with the last scene with Louise so have fixed it to help put my plans back on track.

Thanks and enjoy,

phantomshadow99

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Louise's POV

It was a dark, chillingly quite night, making both Stripes and I on edge, waiting for an intrusion or break from the silence. Stripes fur on his back stood upright, alerting me to his own worry. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on what I could hear and feel, trying to sense a shift across Narnia. During my reign and the following years, I had managed to understand my power more and how to control it for my needs.

"Can you sense anything?" Stripes asked from my right. Frowning in concentration, I answered him with my eyes tightly closed.

"Fireworks…rushing water…the forest…." I gasped, opening my eyes and jumped up, moving to grab my sword and cloak. Stripes moved with me, showing me his confusion.

"Trufflehunter's home…someone's there that isn't Narnian. We must go to see…" I stopped again, a sharp pain of ringing in my ears and heart. Falling to the floor just near the door, Stripes came to my side in a quick flash.

"What's happened? Is it Trufflehunter? Trumpkin? Nikabrik?" he asked quickly, adding each question after a shake of the head.

"Trumpkin has been taken…by Telmarines," I gasped, looking up at him. Stripes eyes saddened; he had grown close to the gentle and fierce dwarf. "But that isn't all," I added, and he looked confused. Using the walls around me to help me stand, I gripped both hands on the door handle, ready to open it.

"Someone has blown Susan's horn."

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We arrived at Trufflehunter's home to find something we weren't expecting; a Telmarine unconscious on the forest floor. A few shouts came from another part of the forest and before I could stop him, Stripes went running towards the noise.

"Stripes, don't!" I shouted, about to run after him but was held back by Nikabrik.

"You mustn't! He has gone to help Trumpkin; you must allow him this," he reasoned, putting a slight amount of sympathy in his words. I swallowed and nodded, turning to observe the Telmarine soldier. He had longish-brown hair, wore strong, grey armour and looked to be around 19 or 20. Next to him lay Susan's horn, something that had been lost after the Telmarine invasion so many years ago. Picking it up, I held it like it was made of solid gold, and remembered the moment when it was given to her by Father Christmas. Pulling it close to my chest, I turned back to Nikabrik.

"We have to bring him inside," I told him in an authoritative manner that stopped any arguments that he tried to voice. Handing the horn to Trufflehunter who appeared by my side, Nikabrik and I moved to pick the man up. Over the many years, my strength had increased and the weight of the Telmarine didn't even make my breath quicken, however Nikabrik was a different story.

"I should have let you carry him in here by yourself," he groaned, sitting down at the table where Stripes sat, keeping his eye on the man at all times. I chuckled at the old dwarf before moving to Trufflehunter.

"I will have to put him in your room until he wakes," I told him.

"Of course my lady, I will get a soup made for everyone to warm us during the night," he replied, moving to his small kitchen where he began moving pots and chopping vegetables. I missed the comfort of Stripes following me as I moved into Trufflehunter's room, laying the man on the bed so he was comfortable. Knowing Nikabrik, I placed my hand under his head and sighed when I saw a few spots of blood on my palm.

"Where are bandages kept?" I asked out loud, turning to see a small box with needles and bandages hanging out. I then proceeded to wrap it carefully around the man's head. After I finished, I moved to stand and join my friends but before I left, I looked back at the Telmarine. What was he doing with a Narnian horn?

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Meanwhile, in England…

Lucy's POV

The car horn stopped me in my running, bringing me back to my surroundings on the road.

"Mind yourself, love," the man driving the car shouted, making me feel guilty instantly.

"I'm sorry," I replied, before running away again, hardly hearing him shout to tell me to watch where I'm going as I continued my search for Susan. Knowing Peter was in yet another fight and unable to find Edmund, I knew I had to get Susan to help. Seeing her dark hair near a newspaper stand, I ran towards it, shouting her name.

"Susan!" she looked across as I shouted, but turned back round to the boy she was talking to. "You'd better come quickly," I added when I reached her. She shared a look with the boy who looked upset but followed me back to the underground where Peter was fighting

"What did he do this time?" she questioned me, but before I could reply, the shouting of children and teenagers could be heard, alerting us we where there. Pushing by a few people, we saw how Peter was being held by two older boys, his uniform a mess and the look of anger on the two boys. I tried shouting for it to be stopped, but my voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd's excitement. Someone pushed past me, and my worry for one brother increased as Edmund jumped to help Peter.

"Edmund!" I shouted, hoping he would stop before he jumped one of the boys to the ground. My brothers quickly lost the slight upper hand and just when I thought it would never end, a familiar high-pitched whistle sounded from a few approaching men. Knowing they were members of the army, the group of spectators quickly left, sensing they would get in trouble if they hung around.

"Break it up, that's enough. Come on. That's it, get up," the men said, grabbing the boys apart. Susan and I were caught in the flow of people ascending the stairs but tried slowing down to wait for Edmund and Peter. "Act your age!" one of the men shouted, finally stopping the fight. Susan and I waited at the top of the stairs for the boys, and I hugged Peter tightly when he reached the top. Smiling slightly, he hugged me back while Edmund and Susan got our suitcases for school. Finding a bench on the underground track we needed to be on, Edmund placed the last suitcase down.

"You're welcome," he said, directing it to Peter as he sat down. Peter gave him an annoyed look before standing.

"I had it sorted," he replied slightly childishly.

"What was it this time?" Susan asked, sounding tired and like she was scolding a child. Peter kept his back to us and walked a few steps forward.

"He bumped me," he replied, making it sound like he had shot him instead.

"So you hit him?" I asked, knowing there must be a better reason to start a fight. Peter turned to us and sighed.

"No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologise. That's when I hit him."

"Is it that hard just to walk away?" Susan said, sounding fed up.

"I shouldn't have to. I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" Peter asked.

"Um, we are kids," Edmund pointed out, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I wasn't always," Peter said, making us all share a look and think of Narnia. "It's been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?" he added, sitting back down.

"I think it's time to accept we live here. It's no use pretending any different," Susan said, making us all become quiet for a moment.

"Well I won't give up, not for her sake," Peter whispered, allowing just me and Edmund to hear. I held onto his arm while Susan looked around.

"Oh no," she muttered. "Pretend you're talking to me."

"We are talking to you," Edmund said, making me smile and Susan scoff. My smile quickly slipped as something moved and hit me where I sat.

"Ow!" I shouted, jumping up and looking at the bench.

"Quiet, Lu," Susan muttered, looking to see if anyone had noticed my shout.

"Something pinched me!" I replied, pointing to where I was just sat. Peter quickly stood up and looked accusingly at Edmund.

"Stop pulling!" he shouted.

"I'm not touching you!" Edmund replied, holding his hands up. Noticing the sudden wind that had started and the billowing pieces of paper, I looked towards the passing train that was going at a ridiculous high speed.

"Look would all of you just…What is that?" she shouted, jumping up at the same time Edmund did.

"It feels like magic," I said, looking at Susan.

"Quick, everyone hold hands," Susan rationally and quickly said. Arguing from Ed could be heard but I didn't care as I gripped tightly onto Susan's hand, watching the underground change around us while other people didn't even notice. Tiles peeled back to reveal rock underneath, posters and paper were swept away as the train became a fast blur. Snippets of a blue sea and sky with a sandy beach could be seen through some of the windows. The train eventually left and, following where it had gone, we saw the cave lead to the beach and sea. The four of us walked slowly forward, hardly believing where we were until the sun shined brightly in our eyes. Moving slightly in front of my siblings, I smiled fully at Susan before running off to the water.

"Shame you're not as quick as me, Ed!" Peter shouted behind Susan and I.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Susan shouted, throwing her shoes off like the rest of us. We played and splashed in the water like we once did a long time ago until Edmund stopped.

"Ed? Ed!" Susan said, trying to get his attention. Peter stopped, seeing Edmund staring up at something.

"What is it?" Peter asked, finally getting Edmund's attention.

"Where do you suppose we are?" he asked stupidly. Susan and I laughed while Peter looked from us back to Edmund.

"Where do you think?" Peter asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia," Edmund said at last, making us all look up to what he had been staring at. Pieces of broken columns and the remains of a building were hidden by thick green foliage on the cliff face. Standing there to try and work out what it was so we quickly found a way to get up to the top.

The ruins were just as confusing when we reached the main part. Tall trees towered above us, showing that it had been like this for centuries. Apple trees were dotted around everywhere like an orchard, making nature the dominant feature. Staircases and arches were also covered in trees and moss. Biting into one of the apples, I moved across to what looked like a balcony and looked down to the beach and sea below.

"Wonder who lived here," I said to Susan as she neared where I was stood. She stopped when her foot hit something, and bent down to retrieve something small and gold.

"I think we did," she said frowning. I moved towards her, as did the boys, as she examined the small figure.

"Hey, that's mine, from my chess set," Edmund said, stopping when he reached us.

"Which chess set?" Peter asked.

"I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?" he replied with sarcasm, taking the piece from Susan and examining it. I looked across at something oddly familiar, and it hit me.

"Can't be," I whispered, running towards a raised platform, holding Peter's hand as he ran behind me. "Don't you see?" I asked him when we reached four pieces of leftover stone.

"What?" Peter asked, trying to understand. I pulled him into position along with the others as I explained.

"Imagine walls. And columns, there. And a glass roof," I finished, pointing to where it would be. we stood in silence for a moment before Peter broke it.

"Cair Paravel."